Max Gatrell

The Trophy - Poem by Max Gatrell

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For me you were a Trophy, A feature on my list.A conquest I could brag about, Whenever I got pissed.Never saw you as a girl, More a precious prize.Inner truths I tried to tell, But they had all been lies.Those nights we spent in unison, Together in my bed.Should have treated you like gold, Instead of lowly lead.Enough's enough! please forgive, I meant no serious harm.In the moment we were caught, The storm beneath the calm.Understanding what I lost, My Heart is now destroyed.Chances are there's no one else, To fill this empty void.